*******************************************************You can shed tears that she is gone,or you can smile because she has lived.You can close your eyes and pray thatshe'll come back,or you can open your eyes and see all she'sleft.Your heart can be empty because youcan't see her,or you can be full of the love you shared.You can turn your back on tomorrow andlive yesterday,or you can be happy for tomorrow becauseof yesterday.You can remember her only that she isgone,or you can cherish her memory and let itlive on.You can cry and close your mind,be empty and turn your back.Or you can do what she'd want:smile, open your eyes, love and go on.---David Harkins

Mavis LaBulé was a caring and God fearing individual. My greatest memories of her are from when she cared for me as a young boy and how she cared for my father when he became ill. May God bless her soul.

I received news of your passing while I was on the road and when I reached out to family I was reassured not to mourn you but celebrate your life, because that is how you would have wanted it. My earliest memories of you date back to when I was 5 or 6 and you had just left for the US. Promptly enough we received gifts from Auntie Eli as we loved to call you. In fact when we reconnected years later, the second thing you remembered and mentioned was my shoe size when I was a kid (the first thing you said was ‘Praise be the Lord!’). In fact your kindness and generosity transcended a generation because your first contact with your grandkids (my kids) was accompanied by a box of goodies. Although illness had jaded your outer glow when I visited you in hospital your unmistakable smile and warm heart filled the room and took me back to my childhood days. I admire your strength and faith in the face of adversity and Laura and I wish you bon voyage as you travel to a place where you shall hurt no more.

As simple as the phrase &quot;thank you&quot; is, we always seem to forget. As children, we are thought to always say &quot;please&quot; and &quot;thank you&quot;, but as we get older those phrases seem to get further away from us. On this day, Aunty Mavis, I give thanks to you. Thank you for introducing me to God, The Almighty. Thank you for the times we spent going to mass; thank you for welcoming me into your home; thank you for allowing me to be baptized and choosing my own Christian name; (side note: Aunty Winnie told me the story :-). ) I hear people say cherish those around you, while you still have the chance; it never really clicked until unfortunate things occured within our family. I take it as a learning experience and will grow up. These are the lessons I can now pass on to my children. I hope others can do the same. Remember please and thank you costs us nothing. R.I.P